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Question: What happens when you stop dreaming?
Answer:.....
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Cherry and I walked out of father's study feeling completely embarrassed. Well at least I was anyway. Cherry's emotions were everywhere. As we were walking down the hallway of my parents' clock tower, her expression was that of sadness and sorrow.
"What is it my love?" I asked, worried. She didn't answer me at first. I think she zoned out and was wrapped up in her thoughts. I've stopped walking and stood in front of her. Just as I thought, she bumps right into me. "Oof," she winced a bit. I hugged her close. "Are you ok?" I asked. She looks up at me nodding her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were in front of me."
She lays her head against my chest sighing. Her heart is heavy. I can feel the weight of it. It's almost too heartbreaking to bear. "Talk to me sweetheart." I caressed her back. I've waited patiently for her to speak. She finally clears her throat and says, "it's like a never ending cycle."
"What do you mean?"
"A dream turning into a nightmare."
Before I could reply, I smelt the scent of silver sand. Only one person that has that scent. Looked behind me and I saw him.
He was a giant at 6'7. His skin was that of a golden hue with markings of silver hourglasses on his chest and wrists. His hair gotten longer, slicker, shimmering even. It had been tied in a pretty ponytail with a ribbon that I haven't seen since I was a child. His attire was that of mere silver vest, exposing his muscles. A pair of white pants for bottoms and shoe sippers on his feet completed his look.
From a distance, one would say that his look was that of a genie. But I would say he looks that of a God.
With a sheepish grin and groggy appearance, he walked towards us. Upon seeing me, he gives me a small wave and stands in front of me. "Hi there, Matty mat. It has been a long time since we last saw each other." The look on his face changes from a grin into a smile when he focuses his silver blue gaze on Cherry. "Oh, good. You seem to have found her at last. Before I went to sleep, I saw you when you were just a baby. One of your cousins took your bottle and your face was red as a tomato."
He laughs at the memory while Cherry and I are confused. "I don't remember ever seeing you before sir," Cherry stated trying to remember. "Of course not. You were only a few months old." He recalled as a matter of factly. "But my, aren't you beautiful. I see a bright future ahead of you!"
"If that ever happens," Cherry muttered. I catch her comment but I'll address that later.
"Why are you awake pop pop?" "You're not suppose to waking up for another 2 years."
His laughter ceased. His expression turned cold and serious. His power flared up instantly as he continued to gaze straight ahead towards my father's study. I gulped. For the first time, I actually felt my great-grandpa's destructive power. It's incredible! It makes me wonder, since I've inherited most of my powers from him, will I'll be that strong?
Hopefully so. I want to have that power to protect the ones I love, to help people dream, and to do what is right. He passed the mantle onto me to be the next sandman. I hope I don't let him down. He jaw tightened a bit before he answered. I see that he was contemplating whether or not how to explain himself. Cherry comes from beside me and steps forward.
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Mr. Sandman's dream girl
RomansaShe never leaves her clients unsatisfied. A steamy story of a young and beautiful woman named Cherry. Who's also known as Dream Girl. She worked for an organization called The fantasy for the sandman for a long time. Her customers were always satis...
